halo – Cajun Mutt Press

Nature’s Symphony

It’s 3:33 am,
All I hear is whistling tree frogs
And the soothing hum
Of my oscillating fan.
I’m left wondering about the universe,
How it began,
Our use of language
And the origins of man.
My overactive mind grabs me,
Yanking me out of bed
I pace to the fridge,
I pour a glass of water
And the hobs clock
Paints it red.
I peer outside my window,
The moon shining bright,
The white orb wears a halo
And lights up the night.
I hear the leaves brush against the trees,
Orchestrating nature’s symphony.
Then I wonder…
Where does the wind start
And where does it end?
The truth lies in the stars
But we won’t know
Until the stars fall.

Rhys Campbell was born Bermudian and grew up in Cardiff, Wales – which moulded him into the person he is today. Self-taught, he started writing for himself at the tender age of 14.

Rhys often conveys his poetry within the verbalised art form that is spoken word; you can find his work on all major streaming platforms, usually complemented with ambient instrumentals to further ensure the impact of the narratives illustrated. In his free time he writes for a variety of bands and artists throughout an array of genres.

@rhysc.campbell

A Halo- rainbow around my sins

For Robert Frede Kenter

A halo-rainbow surrounds my sins,
its glow almost motherly callous
and concerned as if she stands in
our longevous balcony and see
us playing soccer in the street
without watching us, and hence we
can be the truants from good behaviour,
moral language.

I blink. I cannot remember a rainbow
in my life let alone a halo around the sun.
I murmur, “Forgive me for leading
a monochrome life.” Cold breeze
feels for my pulses, touches my neck.
“Am I alive?” I desire to ask and decides not to.

The grass smells of a memory falling
from a great height, from the parapet of Eden.
The air thronged with the particles
reminds me of how the crows circle and scream
when one of them falls. Light has fallen.
It is sundown soon. I can call you Rob
and say, “Slainté Mhaith.” or hear
the sobbing water of a lake nearby.

The author of ‘Postmarked Quarantine‘ has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of ‘Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe.

Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe

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